The Eye of the Beholder

Ellie pulled the strap of her robe tighter, the silk smoothing and sliding against her skin like a lover’s teasing fingers. She had done this so often before—photoshoots, lingerie gigs, the occasional boudoir session—but something about today's shoot felt different. Perhaps it was the way that Tom, the photographer, had looked at her the moment when she walked in. Not just professional interest, but somehow hungrier.

As he set up his camera, the click of the lens snapped into place like the first note to a dirty song. He was surprisingly good at his job, but Ellie could tell he wasn’t just thinking about the composition of the shots. His eyes lingered on the curve of her hip when she turned, on the way her fingers traced the edge of the robe as if debating whether to let it fall open or closed.

“Are you ready?” Tom asked, his voice rough, like gravel under boots. Ellie smirked, letting the robe slip off her shoulders. She watched him take an exaggerated swallow and chided herself for teasing him.

“Depends,” she purred, stepping closer. “You gonna make this worth my while?”

Tom inhaled deeply thenexhaled sharply, his camera dangling from one hand. He eyed her up and down as he remarked, “Fuck, Ellie. You’re gonna ruin me.”

She laughed, a low and throaty sound, and let the silk robe make a pool at her feet. Naked, she posed for him, arching her back, and letting her fingers trail down her stomach. Tom’s breath caught in his throat. His camera clicked, but his eyes weren’t looking through it, they were locked on her.

“i have an idea,” she cooed, "Why don't you touch me," she said, spreading her legs just enough for him to get the idea. “While you shoot.”

Tom swallowed hard, but he didn’t hesitate. His fingers found her nipple first, curling around it and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, pinching just enough to make her gasp. Ellie moaned, thrusting her chest out to him. The camera kept clicking, the clicking sound of the shutter mixing with her ragged, uneven breaths.

“You like that?” Tom whispered urgently, his other hand sliding down her body, fingers teasing her wet slit. Ellie whimpered, her hips jerking against his probing fingers.

"Oh, you know it,” she panted. “Don’t stop.”

Tom didn’t. He dropped to a gesture of supplication, his knees with his mouth replacing the touch of his fingers, his tongue flicking over her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. Ellie’s fingers tangled and tightened in his hair, pulling him toward her. She moaned with her hips rolling against his face as pleasure coiled tight in her belly.

“Right there,” she sputtered, her thighs trembling. “Don’t fucking stop.”

Tom groaned against her pussy folds, the ensuing vibration sending a fresh wave of heat through her. His fingers joined his mouth, teasing her by pushing two thick digits inside her while his tongue worked her clit. Ellie’s orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her body shuddering, her cries thundering through the room.

Tom didn’t give her any time to recover. He immediately stood, his hands gripping her waist as he lifted her onto the table, her ass making an impression against the cold wood. Ellie wrapped her legs around him, digging her nails into his shoulders as he lined himself up and thrust into her in one hard stroke.

“Oh, fuck!” she cried out. Her head fell back as he fucked into her pussy with deep, punishing strokes.

His hands roamed her body while he pounded into her, squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples. His mouth crashed down on hers as he fucked her harder. The camera was forgotten, the photoshoot was but a distant memory. All that mattered was the way he filled her, the way his cock was crashing into her wet pussy as hard as he could.

“You feel so good,” Tom grunted, his hips slapping against hers. “So fucking tight.”

Ellie moaned low in her throat again, her fingernails raking down his back as another orgasm (how many had she had?) built up inside her. “Harder,” she begged. “Fuck me harder.”

Her suitor didn’t disappoint. He gripped her thighs, spreading them wider around his own legs as he pistoned into her, his balls slapping against her ass with every wet thrust. Ellie was relieving such pleasure, she almost blacked out. She screamed, her body clenching around him as pleasure ripped through her again.

Tom groaned, his rhythm faltering as his own release crashed over him. He buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he filled her with thick ropes of cum. Ellie whimpered, her body trembling as aftershocks wracked her.

Tom collapsed against her, his breath ragged in her ear. “Jesus Christ, Ellie.”

She laughed breathlessly, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back. “Told you it’d be worth your while.”

Tom pulled back just enough to smirk at her. “Next time, we’re doing this *without* the camera.”

Ellie grinned, her legs still wrapped around him. “Deal.”